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The aroma of the exquisite blood Bob had conjured up grabbed Mithias by the nose and drew him like a moth to flame. He stared at it in full attention as Bob held the glass before him. Damn, he hadn't expected her to procure something so good. Now he was distracted, the pleasantness of which quickly turned to intelligent fear as the vampire felt the room darken. He focused again pretty quickly, once again reminded of the unspeakable horror Bob could potentially unleash.

Mithais cracked easily. He swallowed, trying to think of how to explain this in a public room. He glanced nervously at Raven. Did Bob just say she was also in mortal danger? Pffft. Oh well. Wasn't everybody? 

Turning back to Bob, Mithias leaned in slightly, and spoke quietly, carefully, trying to avoid looking into those demanding red eyes. "I uh... Bob, Ozzy knows something." Mithias quickly followed up with more information to save his ass. He was anxious. "He doesn't know everything! Just that... there's a 'someone.' He doesn't know who the someone is yet, just that she exists. What I mean is... argh. But you see, it wasn't I that told him. It was you... although it was still my fault." Mithias ran a hand through his hair. The incompetence was still his own. He got more serious and continued. "Do you remember the fight with Alucard?" Of course Bob did. "Yeah, well I didn't realize it, but I was wearing a microphone earpiece at the time, and the damn thing was on, and somehow worked across dimensions. Ozzy was on the other end of it and heard a few things before it got destroyed." The vampire flopped his hand on the bar, laying out the point. "He says he's got copies and wants to barter with you. You know what he wants. ... I did all I could not to give him any more information." Mithias shook his head and looked away. "I can't go back in there Bob. She followed me in, even though I told her not to, and if I help her... It's too obvious. Ozzy only has to put two and two together." He stopped. He had probably said too much already. In desperation, he clasped his hands together in a praying-like fashion and leaned his elbows down on the bar toward Bob. "Just tell me what to do, Bob. Do you want me to go back? ... Do I have to kill Ozzy?"